Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woke up in the same clothes
Couch got my shape, that’s a gravestone
Phone full of “u good?” that I ain’t open
Lip split, new bruise, but the can’s open
Fridge light bright, like an interrogation
Promised I would quit, signed the declaration
Then my hand did the opposite, no hesitation
I don’t pour a drink now, I pour an explanation
Mama said, “Baby, you been losin’ weight”
I said, “Stress,” but it’s liquor on my dinner plate
Job on the line, cuz I’m always late
I’m married to the bottle and we always date
[Chorus]
I can’t put down the bottle
Hands shake when I try to let go (let go)
Say I’ll stop tomorrow
But tomorrow always tells me “one more” (one more)
Every time I say I’m through
I’m back at the bottom of the bottle with you
Yeah, I can’t put down the bottle
The bottle keep pickin’ me too (oh-woh)
[Verse 2]
Brown to the head, that’s my reset
Blackout’s cheap rent where my peace at
Whole day missing like a key set
Only proof that I lived is a receipt stack
Text thread messy like my liver scans
Ex that I called, said she sick of my “I’ll change” plans
Homies had an invite, I had other plans
Two-for-one special and a shaky hand
Mirror like, “Damn, who this old man?”
Eyes yellow, heart hollow, still holdin’ a can
I ain’t scared of dyin’, I’m scared I won’t
I’m scared I’ll wake up and still want that toast
[Bridge]
I pour it out in the sink, then I buy it again (again)
I say I’m done to my girl, then I lie to a friend (I lie)
I draw a line in the sand that I never defend
Cuz the only thing I trust is the burn at the end
[Chorus]
I can’t put down the bottle
Hands shake when I try to let go (try to let go)
Say I’ll stop tomorrow
But tomorrow always tells me “one more” (just one more)
Every time I say I’m through
I’m back at the bottom of the bottle with you
Yeah, I can’t put down the bottle
The bottle keep pickin’ me too
[Outro]
I don’t even like the taste
Just like the way it erase
Every thought, every face
‘Til it’s only me and this glass in my space
Whisper to the liquor like it’s all I got
“If you ever leave me, then I’m all I’m not”
Try to put you down, but you glued to my palm
Take another hit, sing the same sad song
Style
rapmoodyintimate boom-bap with male vocals; dusty piano loop over a slowknocking drum groovesub-bass gluing everything together. verses sit close-mic’d and conversationalslight slapback on the vocal; hook opens with layered harmonies and a distantdetuned vocal double. sparse guitar plucks and vinyl crackle creep in toward the bridgethen everything drops to just piano and voice for the last hookending on a drya cappella tag.
Prompt
A rap song from the perspective of an alcoholic they can’t put down the bottle
Credits
Prompt byLil_Dumbass
GeneratedApr 6, 2026
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